A Vampire’s Spooktacular Wedding (Misfits Of New Orleans Book 2)(Paranormal Women's Midlife Fiction)

A Vampire's Spooktacular Wedding MISFITS OF NEW ORLEANS BOOK TWO VALERIE TWOMBLY Copyright © 2023 by Valerie Twombly Cover by: Cozy Cover Design Edits by: JRT Editing All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Print ISBN: 979-8-3507-0558-4 Created with Vellum For my fans. Thank you for sticking with me on this journey into love and laughter. Writing romantic comedy is something new to me, but I find it fun and exciting. I hope you do to. Contents Introduction A Vampire’s Spooktacular Wedding Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 About the Author Also by Valerie Twombly Introduction Love, laughter, and a wedding from Hell. Six months into carrying her and Christoph’s baby, Sabrina is finally about to tie the knot with the sexiest vampire in all New Orleans. That is, if her wedding planner doesn’t give her a coronary first. With an appetite that rivals a blue whale, and the libido of a nympho, it’s no wonder she is tired all the time. However, when her little dragon goes missing, she will set ten alarms to wake her dead backside up at midnight to rendezvous with a kidnapper. Just don’t tell the groom! If dealing with life as a pregnant vampire isn’t stressful enough, Satan has turned her beloved B&B, Fangri-La, into a fright fest. Hells Bells! If she survives this wedding, the devil just might find his pitchfork where the sun doesn’t shine. A Vampire’s Spooktacular Wedding MISFITS OF NEW ORLEANS By Valerie Twombly Chapter One “My Hell ride!” Sabrina should be elated the car which had gotten her around town for so many years was finally going to meet its maker, but it had become like a member of the family. Family that often made you cringe when you saw them coming, but you loved them nonetheless. The faded red beast, that was held together with duct tape and a prayer, was currently being hauled away on the flatbed of a wrecker. She felt she owed the car a more dignified end to its life. Christoph moved in behind her on their bedroom balcony and slipped his arms around her protruding belly. “I will not have my mate and the mother of my child driving that death trap. I gave you more time than you should have been allowed to get rid of that beast.” She took in a long, slow breath of crisp October air as she moved her hands from the cold wrought-iron railing to touch her mate’s warm arms. Sabrina knew he was right, but it didn’t make her feel any better. “It wasn’t my fault I spent the last few months either in bed sleeping, or retching my guts into the toilet.” Pregnancy had not been kind to her, even though she was a vampire. Having been turned after a late-night deadly encounter with a mugger, should have left her with all kinds of cool abilities. Problem was, her sire was Spike. Also known as her daughter’s fangy boy toy. Apparently, being new himself, he had done a half-ass job of turning her and what should have been a new life full of blood-sucking nights, astounding stamina, as well as all the other benefits that came with being one of New Orleans’ supernaturals, she was instead left one hot-ass mess. Her hot flashes rivaled any fire Satan could conjure and her mood swings often made her dizzy as they changed so swiftly. There was no need for her to venture out to a theme park. She had her own built-in roller coaster ride called menopause. That bitch had been in full swing when she had been changed and apparently refused to leave. Add pregnancy to the mix, and you had a concoction the likes the supernatural world had never seen. “You know, I wish I could undo what Spike did, but we have to wait for the baby to be born.” He leaned around and kissed her cheek. “You are the one blessing in this entire mess.” The sisters, Fate, Chance, and Destiny, had touched her and Christoph, the king of the New Orleans vampire coven, and they were now what vampires considered destined mates. They loved each other and Christoph had the means to fix her screwed-up conversion into a vampire, but not until the baby was born. It seemed she needed to retain some of her human side to bear this child. While she was grateful for her new life, there were times she wanted to throttle the three goddesses. “So, what is on your agenda today?” She turned in his embrace and looked into his beautiful gray eyes. “You mean after I eat my weight in bacon?” Creases formed around his stormy gaze as he laughed. God, how she adored this vampire and contemplated shoving him back into their bedroom so she could strip him naked yet a second time this morning to have her horny way. Being a vampire upped her sex drive tenfold. Being pregnant upped it a hundred. She was on the verge of becoming a nymphomaniac. “I see mischief in your heated gaze and would be more than happy to fuck you senseless again, but I have work to do.” She let out a pouty sigh. “Always the voice of reason. I should go check on Fangri-La anyway and make sure Satan and his minions haven’t burned the place to the ground.” The B&B was an old plantation on the outskirts of town that Christoph had acquired some time ago. When they had met, he had asked her to turn it into a thriving business. While she had spruced the place up with